Natalia Kapretti - You want licking me with your toilet mouth

Oh, I love this day, I love all the shit that I managed get out of my slave husbands ass today and my shit. Im enjoying every second be in this shit. Everything excites me: this taste, smell. Look at this, look how dirty my white underpants are. Oh, Im cumming from all this. I know youre looking at me now, slave. Your dick is hard, it's standing. You want me now, you want licking me, wash my dirty panties in your toilet mouth. And as a gift for this, I will give you my garter as souvenir, it smells of me.

I can hear your thoughts, slave. You want to taste this? You want to taste me? Well, come closer, don't be shy. There's nothing to be ashamed of, not here. Your cock is so hard, almost begging for attention. I have to say, you make quite a sight yourself, kneeling there with your tongue hanging out and drool running down your chin. It's quite arousing, really.

Don't get distracted by my body, focus on what's in front of you. My panties are a mess - filled with your husband's ass juice and my own sweet scat. You want to clean them? Go ahead, slave. Take your time, lick every inch of these filthy undergarments until they're sparkling clean. And when you're done, hand them back to me. Maybe I'll let you keep them as a reward for your hard work.

In the meantime, why don't you focus on the task at hand? Yeah, that's it - lick me, slave. Tongue-fuck my asshole like the dirty little toilet you are. Moan into my ass, beg for attention, and maybe - just maybe - I'll let you cum all over my filthy panties. But no promises, slave. You'll have to work for it.

I can feel your hot breath on my ass, making me shiver with anticipation. You're so close, yet so far away. One last tease before I let you have what you want. Slowly, I lower myself onto your tongue and grind my hips against your face. The contact is electric, sending shivers down my spine. Oh, you like that, don't you, slave? You like being used like this.

I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. Maybe it's the power I have over you, maybe it's because I know how much you crave this filth. Whatever it is, it's working. My pussy is dripping with desire, ready to be filled with your dirty cock when the time comes. And that time will come soon enough.

You're getting better at this, slave. The panties are almost clean now. Almost. But there's still a bit of resistance - they're coated in our scent, after all. It's intoxicating, isn't it? The smell of shit and sex and submission. It's all around us, binding us together in this twisted little ritual. And before we move on to the next step, I need you to acknowledge it.

Lean in closer, slave. Press your nose against the fabric of my panties. Breathe deep. That's it, slave. Inhale my scent, let it fill your lungs. This is our bond, the thing that ties us together. Without it, we're nothing. So cherish it, slave. Cherish everything about me, and I'll give you the world.

Now, hand them back to me, slave. And close your eyes. You don't want to see what I have planned for you next.

When you hear my command, open your eyes. Slowly, reluctantly, like you're being pulled out of a deep, dark hole. And then you'll see it: me, standing over you, garter in hand. The same garter that was once wrapped around my thigh, filled with the scent of our belongings. And now, it's a gift for you - a keepsake of our little rendezvous.

I know what you're thinking, slave. You want to taste me again. Well, you'll have to wait. Not yet. But soon. Very soon. In the meantime, savor the scent of the garter, let it fill your mind with thoughts of me. And when the time comes, be ready. Because I will be.